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SCHNACKENBERGER'S ENGAGEMENT WITH AN OLD BUTTERWOMAN.
The student was a good way advanced on his road, when he descried the princess, attended by another lady and a gentleman approaching in an open carriage.

As soon, however, as he was near enough to be recognised by the party in the carriage, the princess turned away her head with manifest signs of displeasure--purely, as it appeared, to avoid noticing Mr.Jeremiah.
Scarcely, however, was the carriage past him, together with Mr.Von Pilsen, who galloped by him in a tumult of laughter, when the ill-fate of our hero so ordered it, that all eyes which would not notice him for his honour should be reverted upon his disgrace.

The white turnpike gate so frightened our rider's horse, that he positively refused to pass it: neither whip nor spur would bring him to reason.

Meantime, up comes an old butterwoman.[23] At the very moment when she was passing, the horse in his panic steps back and deposits one of his hind legs in the basket of the butterwoman: down comes the basket with all its eggs, rotten and sound; and down comes the old woman, squash, into the midst of them.